Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.